Page 116 of Hot Damn
“I did.” With a shrug of his shoulder, he has me upright and my ass on the cold counter. “But first. I’m hungry.”
Disappointment floods me. “Oh.”
Laughter booms through the room. “You should see your face.”
I know I’m pouting and I shouldn’t be ready for sex again already but I am.
“When I say hungry…” He grips my knees and shoves them wide. “I meant for you.”
In the next second Beckett is on his knees, his face buried in my crotch, tongue thrusting deep inside me.
I don’t have time to catch my breath. The man is a fast learner, he already knows his way around my pussy, and it takes little time for me to be crying out and convulsing with a boneshaking orgasm.
When I can finally breathe again, when my brain is working enough to form words, I voice a question I asked earlier. “Can I suck your cock now?”
Climbing to his feet, one large hand wrapped around the cock I’m dying to taste, he contemplates my question.
“Come on. It’s only fair. You’ve had your mouth on me all morning.”
“Can I hold your head and fuck your face?”
Jesus. We’ve gone from zero to a thousand in seconds. I shouldn’t be surprised. He may have been celibate but he’s not asexual. And I can’t stop myself from giving him what he wants.
“If that’s what you want to do, then yes. You can fuck my face.”
The grin that tilts his lips is little-boy cheeky and in total opposition to his next words.
“On your knees.”
Beckett
Going without sleep and dragging ass never felt so good.
In the weeks since Cam and I moved our relationship from sort-of-friends to lovers to whatever level comes next, I’ve spent every spare moment I can inside her.
We’ve managed the occasional night alone in the house but most of the time we’re finding minutes for a quickie, or an hour if we’re lucky.
And usually it’s me forgoing my day naps that give us those hours.
She spends most nights at my house and even though Whit and I set up a guest room, I’m sure my daughter is well aware Cam doesn’t sleep in the new bed we bought.
The arrangement has worked out for all of us. Cam works from home, which means she’s there when Whit gets home from school if I’m not and neither of them are out where Draper or Dupre can get to them more than necessary.
The two men are the only dark spots in our lives.
Not even the couple of games the Rogues lost have dampened my mood. The fact they were close games, with goals scored in the dying seconds to clinch the win for the other teams, helps soften the blow.
None of us feels like losers.
“Hey.”
Glancing up I see Chase coming toward me. “Hey, what’s up?”
“The twins messaged to say they’re staying at school longer because Whitney has something on.”
“Whit does?” I wrack my brain to recall her schedule. I can’t remember anything but I know if I needed to pick her up Cam would have told me. Sent me a gentle reminder a few hours before. It’s another thing I’m more than happy with.
Cam has embraced my daughter as much as she has me. So much so, they team up against me when it’s time to choose what to watch on movie night or what we’re making for dinner.
